Desire of Truth

Love is like a newborn child,
you see the beauty and begin to smile.
can't help but to wonder,
that this feeling is like thunder.

As we hold each other closely,
my love marks are healing slowly.
We have the passion in our eyes,
slowly our hearts become sun rise.

We make love we are the ocean,
sweet and tender but hard motion.
We see the thunder in our sky,
it gets us through when you cry.

So heed my words for they are true,
This heart of mine belongs to you.